#mentally feral sniperbot

[pillow-14]

woe. sniperbot oc upon ye

he can be found over at @mentally-feral-sniperbot !!

(undirtied version below cut)

REBLOGS>LIKES

no dirt ver

[brighteyed-sniperbot]

[ Sammy woke up in even worse pain than he was before. Worse than he's ever felt in his life. His joints absolutely ached and his fuel tank felt like hot acid was corroding his insides with every movement he made. ]

[ He couldn't get up from the floor. No matter how much he tried to his body refused to get up, it was absolutely unbearable. ]

PROTO...?

[ It called out, fans whirring at a million miles an hour as he looked around the factory. He couldn't see a thing. ]

I CANT MOVE.

[emotionally-anxious-spybots]

[Its quiet outside. Nothing but the sound of the chilly December wind can be heard as white speck slowly fall to the ground, coating everything in a white blanket.]

[...]

[...The silence is soon broken by some kind of scratching sound that gets louder and louder the closer it gets. Soon, a hat pops out of the ground before the rest of the sniperbot reveals itself.]

HI MISTERS! ITS VERY SNOWY TODAY!

-@mentally-feral-sniperbot

[sisyphus jumps when the sniperbot pops up]

[theyre a fair way away from the workshop, in a forested area at the base of a foothill. typically sisyphus wouldnt go outside without a humans permission, but hes trying to see what he can do here before mechanic gets mad at him]

...greetings. i am sisyphus.

thank you for the observation.

[that is very sarcastic, but may come off as genuine due to sisyphus' monotone]

[emotionally-helpful-illusionist]

[ CRASH ]

[ The sound of falling metal rang out through the open fields as V ran from Proto's factory, like a machine being tipped over, ]

[ What was that? Or who was that? ]

[ ... ]

[ It was Sammy. Or his body, at least. Judging by the painful looking rust on his joints, he'd been deactivated for god knows how long. ]

[ How did he drag himself over here? ]

@mentally-feral-sniperbot

Everything hurts.

Her legs hurt, her ribs hurt, her chest hurts, her throat hurts, her feet hurt, and her heart hurts.

Hearing the crash, V turns on her heels and shouts.

"Who's there?!"

Her gun is halfway out of the holster by the time she actually sees the source of the sound. And then she identifies it.

"SAMMY!"

Nothing else matters. The pain conveniently pushes itself into the background. Who cares if her lungs are on fire? That's not important. She drops her weapon and lets it fall back into its place as she sprints over to the motionless robot.

"Sammy buddy can you hear me? Sammy! Sammy it's V!" Her voice is cracking and it's filled with despair.

He's not moving. He should be moving.

[emotionally-alive-sniper]

[Its been a while since Sniper left to go looking for his robot. Maybe a bit too long. Maybe he's already...]

[...The sound of leaves crunching is heard as someone else appears to be in the same area as Sniper. along with the janky whirring of an imperfect engine.]

-@mentally-feral-sniperbot

[The sound made Sniper regain his motivation and energy right away. At this point he wasn't sure if the whirring he heard was not just a hopeful hallucination, but if there was any chance it could've been the robot, he couldn't risk it by wondering too long.

So, he jolted forward in an instant, his grip on the rifle firm - just in case.]

[virtuoso-spybot]

Its early in the morning, and Pascal has sat himself down in the middle of a field, doodling in his sketchbook as he did his best to ignore the pain in his chest. He was waiting for someone, someone who said they'd wanted to learn how to draw. Of course, Pascal just couldn't ignore him- He had the most innocent, most excited expression when Pascal said yes, and for the past few days they've been meeting up every sunrise.

"I'M HERE! I'M HERE!" A familiar accented voice called out, and in the distance Pascal could see a sniperbot running towards him as fast as his legs would take him.

"SAMMY!" Pascal shouted back, opening up his arms for a hug. "ITS GOOD TO SEE YOU."

He reached under Sammy's hat to give him a little pat on the head, which always seemed to get the other bot's engine revving in a comforting purr. The two of them sat down in the grass next to each other, opening up their sketchbooks as Sammy tilted his head at Pascal.

"HOW COME YOU'RE WEARING A HOOHIE?" He asked.

"ITS PRONOUNCED 'HOODIE' AND..." Pascal hesitated, knowing damn well he absolutely isn't gonna tell Sammy what really happened, he's too innocent for that.

"...YOU SEE, MY WIRES ARE KINDA SILLY, SO I START TO FEEL COLD EASIER THAN OTHER ROBOTS!" He said with a forced grin, making sure to be as gentle as he possibly can with the other robot. "ANYWAYS, ENOUGH ABOUT MY POOR FASHION CHOICES. HOW ABOUT YOU DRAW ME SOMETHING YOU SAW YESTERDAY? TO SHOW OFF YOUR SKILLS!"

Immediately Sammy got giddy, and flapped his hands a few times to get rid of any excess energy before starting to draw, rocking back and forth and humming to himself while doing so. Pascal waited, staring up at the sky as the stars began to fade away and the sun rose, painting the sky in vivid shades of pink and orange.

"DONE!" Sammy shouted, and he excitedly showed off his notebook to Pascal. It was a drawing of a bird laying down on its back, with its eyes closed and Zs coming out of its mouth. "YESTERDAY I SAW A BIRDIE, AND IT WAS ASLEEP ON THE GROUND INSTEAD OF SLEEPING IN A TREE? I TRIED TO POKE IT AWAKE, BUT I GUESS IT JUST GOT REEAALLY TIRED."

Pascal paused. He didn't think he'd have to be the one to give Sammy this type of talk, but alas. He sighed and closed his own notebook, looking the fellow bot right in the eyes.

"SAM... CAN I BE SERIOUS FOR A LITTLE?"

"HUH? OF COURSE!" Sammy said as he closed his own notebook, sitting criss crossed facing Pascal.

"YOU SEE..." Pascal began. "WHEN SOMETHING HAS LIVED FOR A LONG TIME, OR GETS SICK OR REALLY HURT THEY..." He paused.

"...GO TO SLEEP FOREVER. NOTHING WAKES THEM UP."

"I BET I COULD WAKE THEM UP! I CAN YELL REALLY LOUD!" The sniperbot said excitedly.

Pascal cringed before speaking again. "NONO- BY NOTHING I MEAN ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. NO YELLING OR ANYTHING. WHEN THAT HAPPENS, THAT'S... THAT'S CALLED DEATH."

The two of them sat in silence for a few moments, Sammy taking his time to process this information. He nervously fidgeted with his hands as he looked down at the grass, realizing what happened to that birdie he saw.

"...WHEN DO THEY WAKE UP?" He asked, his tone still hopeful. Pascal again hesitated, he wasn't expecting this conversation to be as difficult as it was. He let out a mechanical sigh before responding:

"THEY DON'T, BUDDY... THEY DIE, AND THEY STAY DEAD, AND THEY NEVER WAKE UP."

Sammy again paused, looking upset at this information. "O-OH..." He muttered, playing with his hands as he began to look nervous. "IS... IS THAT GONNA HAPPEN TO YOU?"

Pascal was shocked at the question, and after a long while of thinking, he decided that honestly was the best route to take here. "YES. YES IT IS AND IM SORRY."

Sammy goes completely silent, absolutely horrified by Pascal's confession. He grabbed onto Pascal's hand and held it tight, like he wanted to hang on to his friend and never let go. "WHY??" Sammy asked. "WHY ARE YOU...?"

"WELL..." Pascal closed his eyes to try and find the words to put it as gently as possible. "I-I'VE BEEN VERY SICK TO PUT IT LIGHTLY. MY BODY DOESN'T WORK LIKE IT SHOULD, AND I DON'T THINK ANY MECHANIC, ENGINEER OR TECHNICIAN COULD FIX ME-"

"BUT THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Sammy shouted, causing Pascal to flinch. "I DON'T WANT YOU TO SLEEP FOREVER! I WANNA KEEP DRAWING WITH YOU!"

Pascal's heart shattered into a million pieces right then and there, seeing the heartbreak in the sniperbot's eyes. "I KNOW, BUDDY..." He said as he shuffled closer to Sammy, putting his arms around him in a tight hug. He thought about how to comfort the bot for a while, before coming up with an idea.

"HEY, SAMMY?" Pascal began. "YOU KNOW WHAT A GHOST IS?"

"Y-YEAH... WHY?"

"WELL, THOSE HUMAN PEOPLE SAY THAT WHEN THINGS DIE, THEIR GHOST GOES REALLY HIGH INTO THE SKY, AND THEY GET TO LIVE ON THOSE SOFT AND FLUFFY CLOUDS FOREVER AND EVER. THAT SOUNDS PRETTY COOL, DOESN'T IT?" He asked as he tilted his head to the side.

"YEAH... YEAH! IT DOES!" Sammy exclaimed as he looked up at the sky, at all the clouds that can be seen across the firey orange and pink sunset. "I'LL BE SURE TO WAVE AT YOU IF YOU GO UP THERE!"

It took Pascal everything to stop himself from becoming a sobbing mess right then and there, holding Sammy just a little tighter. "TH... THANKS, BUD." He said, hugging him in silence for just a few more moments.

..."DO YOU WANNA DRAW WHAT YOU THINK IT LOOKS LIKE UP THERE?" The spybot asked.

"YEAH! YEAH I DO!" Sammy replied as he excitedly opened up his notebook again.

And draw they did.

[darwindanger]

HEY LOOKIT! I FOUND A SALAD MANDER!

OH? I DIDNT KNOW YOU HAD DIFFERENT COLOUR CLOTHES? I THOUGHT YOU JUST WORE BLUE!

- @mentally-feral-sniperbot

Salad- ah yeah! Slipperly little bugger, isn't it? Wonder where ya found the little guy, not really damp enough for 'em here. Y'know, I reckon I spotted a banded gecko running about the other day- ever see those?

But... huh. Might have me crossed with someone else mate- or might just be confused. There's at least a couple other fleshy sniper's around, 'm a red one.

I appreciate the thought, anywhat! Whether ya meant to show me specifically or not B:^)

[emotionally-aware-sniperbot]

[ Sounds of moving earth can be heard beneath the ground as another tunnel is being dug out. Soon, whatever's digging it breaches the surface as a hole appears in the grass. ]

[ A RED coloured sniperbot comes out of the ground, looking around before its gaze lands on Kanzi, and his eye lights up in excitement. ]

OH! OH! I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY SNIPERBOTS! HI!

//The sounds of the ground moving made them move to be closer to the trunk of the tree they tend to stay in. Seeing it was hole making made, made them go still and watch intently. //

//A head popped out and a strange bot come out, but it became clear it was another sniperbot. Are they, aware?//

"you are loud, hello... other sniperbot."

//Did they dig a hole to here? Why a hole??//

|| @mentally-feral-sniperbot ||

[physically-intolerable-scoutbot]

[knock knock on the dumpster]

OOH HELLO! IS THIS GREEN BOX YOUR HOUSE? LOOKS COZY!

- @mentally-feral-sniperbot

YEAH !! WHAT ABOUT IT ??

[brighteyed-sniperbot]

[ Immediately Sammy bolted inside and closed the door behind him. He let his fans whirr for a solid few seconds before answering Proto’s question. ]

TH- THEY SAID THAT WE- WE AND EVERYONE WE TALK TO IS GONNA BE TERMINATED. I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS BUT I KNOW ITS BAD.

I-I DONT THINK THEY LIKE ROBOTS.

[ A loud banging is heard at the factory doors as Sammy frantically knocks over and over again. It kept looking over its shoulder every few seconds, like something invisible was out to get it. ]

PROTO?? PROTO??? ITS ME, SAMMY!! SOMETHING HAPPENED AND IM REALLY SCARED AND I NEED TO STAY HERE FOR A BIT!!

- @mentally-feral-sniperbot

[proto quickly wheeled to the door and swung it open, tilting his head from side to side apon seeing his freind]

S-SAMMY!!! HI ME-EIN FREUND!!! WHATS GOING ON?

[brighteyed-sniperbot]

Some faint noises can be heard by the front door of the factory. Two voices, and the rattling of the front door. It sounds like someone’s trying to get in. “C’mon, c’mon, there’s gotta be something in here, I just know it!” One voice speaks excitedly. It must be the one trying to open the door. “...Did you check the giant faded sign?” The other asks. “...Oh.” “I- really don’t know about this… We’re pretty damn far from the base…” “Don’t you usually have contracts out this far?” “Aye, but never to some old factory… Maybe my senses have been acting up lately, but something literally smells off…” “Well then I’ll go in by myself.” “Not a chance, I’m coming with you.” “Well alright then.” The first voice huffs. They finally manage to get the door open… -@cosmically-multiversal-militia

[ uhoh. ]

[ Sammy's mind began to race- Were these people sent by the voice?? Was he about to get terminated??? ]

[ ... ]

[ Did they already get Sniper...? ]

[ No. No time to be thinking of worst case scenarios. It had to go and look. It had to make sure that it and Proto had enough time to escape. ]

[ Sammy's hull shook as metallic footsteps rang out throughout the halls, getting closer and closer to the two unknown voices until he was close enough to peek at them from around the corner, one bright, vermillion eye shining in the dimly lit factory. ]

[emotionally-anxious-spybots]

[staring at you]

[it has something in its hands]

- @mentally-feral-sniperbot

"OH!"

"HELLO"

[now that arthur has had some time to think about it, its willing to trust sniperbot]

"WHAT ARE YOU HOLDING?"

[emotionally-alive-sniper]

[shows you a lizard]

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS THING IS??

-@mentally-feral-sniperbot

Yeah mate, it's a lizard, a small animal. No worries, they're friendly! That one specifically's called the six-lined racerunner, I believe?

See those funny stripes runnin along it's body? That's why they're described as six-lined in the name. The racerunner bit's simply because these guys are speedy lil' critters-

This one's a male, because it's belly has this nice cyan shade to it. Quite interesting, right? Maybe it can be your tiny friend?

[brighteyed-sniperbot]

YEAH! YEAH I'M ALL GOOD! SOME STUPID STUFF HAPPENED AND I'M STILL ALL WORKED UP ABOUT IT BUT I'M OKAY NOW!!

[ You have triggered the classic Sammy Text Wall. ]

BASICALLY THIS GUY THAT LOOKED LIKE ARTHUR BUT WASN'T ACTUALLY ARTHUR SAID SOME REALLY MEAN THINGS ABOUT MY DAD TO TRY AND SCARE ME, BUT I DONT GET SCARED EASILY!! IM BRAVE!! AND I THINK THAT GOT HIM UPSET BECAUSE THEN HE PICKED ME UP AND STARTED DRAGGING ME SOMEWHERE AND I COULDN'T BEAT HIM UP NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRIED AND THEN HE TOOK ME TO THIS CAVE THINGY AND STARTED RANTING TO ME ABOUT HOW BAD HUMANS ARE BUT I THINK HE WAS JUST LYING.

BUT THEN I SOMEHOW KNEW THE LAYOUT THINGY OF THE CAVE?? EVEN THOUGH I'VE NEVER BEEN THERE EVER?? IT HELPED ME ESCAPE THOUGH SO IM NOT COMPLAINING!! WAHOO!!!

[ Its been a while since the sniperbot last talked to its engineer friend, and upon hearing their voice from underground, he became ecstatic. ]

[ Quickly, he dug upwards and reached the surface and ran up to them as he waved his arms to get their attention. ]

HEY! HEYY!! HELLOOO!!

- @mentally-feral-sniperbot

SAMMY!

[ they dropped what they were doing and ran towards the sound, nearly skidding as they came to a stop in front of the sniperbot. they picked him up by the waist and spun him around, gleefully laughing in both relief and joy. it'd been so long since the two really had a conversation; sylvester hadn't even had a name yet. ]

SAMMY! SAMMY! IIT'S SSO GGOOD TTO SSEE YYOU!

[ they put him down, and then grimace. they're dirtier than usual. how long has he been digging to find him? ]

[ something was wrong. ]

AARE YYOU AALRIGHT?

[xyz-bot-theory]

Hello WORLD!

Last updated: 12/20/23

This phrase comes in so many forms, and remains consistent among so many of these robotic blogs!

Without any further Ado...

I recently discovered these blogs on my recommended, and was INSTANTLY captured by the dozens of stories, personalities, and intricate threads of lore. I will definitely make a neat little list of all of the blogs I have found thus far to make it easier for me to navigate this new universe.

I could not NOT make a blog like this after I saw these enchanting characters, so what I will be doing here is rambling to myself about these guys. Theories, notes, comments, and reblogging my personal favorite posts from this corner of the internet. I will use THESE tags: #robot theory (A theory, duh!) #robot art (Spreading the fanart <3) #robot sillies (The haha mechanical funnies reblog)

#robot tidbit (answering asks) #robot rambles (Literally anything else)

NONE OF THIS IS CANON TO THE EMOTIONALLY-XYZ-ROBOT LORE, THIS IS JUST THE INSANE RAMBLING OF SOMEBODY WHO HAS TOO MUCH FREE TIME ON HIS HANDS. The list: @emotionally-mature-mechanic @physically-robotic-medic @physically-robotic-heavy @physically-robotic-giantscout @emotionally-anxious-spybots @mentally-joyful-demobot @physically-synthetic-engibot @physically-artificial-medic @physically-bloody-medibot @physically-intolerable-scoutbot @physically-golden-scoutbot @emotionally-hopeful-pyrobot @emotionally-mean-mechamedes @emotionally-wholesome-mechamedes @mentally-forgetful-medibot @mentally-vivid-spybot @physically-roman-soldierbot @mentally-feral-sniperbot @emotionally-wired-pyrobot @emotionally-droning-pyrobot @physically-fabricated-soldierbot @spiritually-haunted-medibot @physically-renewed-medibot

[emotionally-creative-rogue]

Ooc oh yeah I never posted this huh

(@mentally-feral-sniperbot) Sammy be upon ye